Friday, October 25, 2013

No school today, so what better way to spend the afternoon than on a Mom and daughter date to a llama farm? We learned about what to look for and what to avoid in a llama, how to feed and care for them, and here, we were getting a grooming lesson with Rosabella, an animal with fur so smooth and soft that I'm surprised Rose didn't shriek, "It's so fluffy I could DIE!" We learned that there are "packer" llamas with short hair and "wooly" llamas who are fluff-balls. We learned that llamas very rarely spit at people and those who do are not the type of llamas we want. No thank you. We learned that a female would be best for our purposes and that even though they're a herd animal, they can can also bond to other species--like our goats.

I haltered two different llamas and then Rosie took Flight for a walk

and even loaded her into a van. I was told that many people transport their llamas via mini-van.

I kid you not.

It was a very fun day and made me think that maybe we are capable of llearning llama.

Why Scravings?

The family vernacular for tidbits of food left on a plate after a meal, as in, "I'll give my scravings to Charlie," or "I CAN have dessert. This is just scravings." It seemed an appropriate word for the little morsels thrown out on our blog. Sometimes tasty, sometimes destined for the dog dish.